Advice Time Again...

Advice time... sure I'm looking for yours... always... thought you guys knew thats what you were here for...

What do you do if you are encountering almost nothing but negativity from a family member and/or a friend of yours?

See I try to live away from negativity - but every so often (since I am human) I complain - however I try to stay away from people who do nothing but complain or only see the dark side of things - But when ya love the person because they are someone close to you, how would you deal with it... I'm trying to find a way to deal with it - yet not lose this person in my life.

If you have any ideas or suggestions please by all means let me know - usually I tell them to fuck off - but I don't really wanna do that this time with family.

Dar and Scott

My mothers mother... my Grandmother... must be wondering what fucked up lottery she won...

My Grandfather that just passed on Saturday was my Grandmothers first husband... they had a bunch of kids including my mom...
Each remarried...


My Grandmother married another man and had two more children... and I'm quite sure that my grandmother right now is sitting in the hospital in Hamilton... for each of those two children are there...

I had an uncle, his name was Scott... his place of residence for most of my life was behind some bars... I only met him a few times that I can remember... his place of residence now is Hamilton General hospital where he lays not waking up. He is and will remain to be brain dead. He has been there for a couple of years now.

I have an aunt, her name is Dar... she was one of my cool aunt's introduced me to all kinds of different types of music, she would wear leather jackets and she was a helluva artist. I remember her telling me one night when I got home from work as a teenager (I worked in a bar and got home about 2 am) she turns to me and says 'I'm gay' as I was watching tv... my response 'I know' ... thats one of the last times I saw my Aunt Dar. Yesterday I got a phone call, while grieving over the death of my Grandfather.

Aunt Dar's in the hospital in ICU and it doesn't look good...
Her new place of residence... Hamilton General Hospital... I hope that she at least gets to share the room with her brother since they've not been in the same room in probably 15 years.

My Grandmothers two youngest children lay in hospital beds, one for all intents and purposes dead the other dying. After hearing that her first husband has passed over the weekend.

My heart is very heavy right now... but I can't even begin to imagine how my Grandmothers must be...

Thank you for all the wishes and condolences from everyone...

R.I.P Richard Murrell

In the last few years I didn't get to see him often... Frankly I didn't really want too... and even tho that sounds mean I had my own stupid reasons for it...

often I found him somewhat embarrassing... crude... rude... racist...perverted... and I don't deal well with sick people...

He had sores on his body... he was missing all but one tooth... he smelled kinda bad usually... and was usually complaining about how ill he was or trying to tell us he was losing weight... (which we all knew he really wasn't)... he was loud and obnoxious...

But he was my grandpa...

He was my Grandfather and he was my Godfather...

I don't know if I was his favourite when I was growing up but I know that he was mine...

He taught me the meaning of "pull my finger" he'd always make me laugh when I was younger and later on snicker with the "Wreck d'em dayum near killed him" jokes...

I went to see him yesterday in the hospital and was there for a couple of hours... We've been saying for years that he had died years ago but just refused to lay down... Yesterday when I went to go see him, he had stopped responding to anything... he hadn't been coherent for days... he was laying in his bed with a line of oxygen hooked to him and an iv ... and his breathing was so shallow... raspy and so shallow...

I'm glad I had decided to not bring the kids in to see him... they can remember him as the grumpy old guy who'd complain that they were too loud and try to convince them to pull his finger from christmas time.

My Grandpa died last night after my visit.

It's still going to take me awhile to get used to saying that.

So in memory of my poor white trash smelly ol Grandad (and he knows I say that with all my heart)....

"Pull My Finger!"

Kudos To You Dad...

KNOXVILLE, Tenn. - A father says he wasn't trying to shame his 14-year-old son when he made the boy wear a large sandwich-board sign saying, "I abused and sold drugs."

"I'm not out here doing this to humiliate my son," the father told WATE-TV as the teenager walked up and down the sidewalk Wednesday in front of Cedar Bluff Middle School.

"I'm doing this because I love him," he said. "We do have an extreme drug problem in America, and maybe it's time for extreme measures that parents need to take to monitor this problem that we have."

The man wasn't identified by the station to protect the confidentiality of the son, but he appeared on camera. The son's face was not shown.

The father said he recently learned after reading the boy's MySpace page that his son was involved with marijuana and OxyContin. That's when he decided to act, and the boy agreed to the punishment.

After a short time, the school's principal soon came out and asked the father to call it off, which he did.

By then the boy said he'd learned his lesson. "This is embarrassing. I ain't going to be doing it again," the boy said. "Drugs are for losers. That's all I can say."

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Ok so here's my take on this... since you knew I had to have one if I was sharing the article....

That principal needed to mind his own fucking business... first off... it was the parent that was teaching the lesson here... secondly... he should take a page from that fathers book...

if you had more kids wearing sandwich boards and walking the streets as a punishment to a crime... how many crimes you think they're going to commit...

I say Kudos to this father... good on ya... hopefully you helped stop your kid from selling and doing drugs... I think the principal needs to take a fuckin' chill pill and get on board... what happened to the kids being scared into respecting authority?... believe me.. it actually worked...

Maybe the principal needs to wear a sign and parade up and down the street that says "I'm a pussy walk all over me"

Why would he in his right mind think he was in a place to tell that father to stop...?

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